Gabe #2
“You’re going to be amazing.” My voice is low. Definitive. Jason can’t walk into this with even a shred of doubt. He’ll freeze up, and that’s what’ll get him hurt. “You can do this. You can do anything, Jason. I know it.”
I look at him and see the doubt on his face.
“Think of everything you’ve done in your life—everything you’ve overcome.
You’re so strong. Not just physically, you’re strong in every way possible.
You’re a fighter…you have the fire inside you to succeed.
You’ll be amazing on Friday.” I rest my hand on his chest. “Believe me.”
Jason reaches for my hand resting on his chest and holds it. Our eyes meet, and he presses his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry.”
It’s so quiet I almost think I imagined it. “Huh?” I ask.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats.
“For what?”
Jason kisses me. “For not being there after it happened. I should have reached out. I’m so sorry.”
I can’t speak—I don’t even know if I’m breathing. Our lips connect, and the love I feel for him takes over.
“Jason…”
I want to say the words—they’re right at the tip of my tongue, but I’m so scared he won’t say them back to me. “It’s okay. I’m just so glad you’re back,” is what comes out of my mouth.
Jason cups my cheek and kisses me again. “Me too.”
The Ferris wheel moves once more, and our pod lowers to the ground. The attendant opens the door and asks, “Again?”
Jason and I look at each other. “Let’s go home,” he says.
Home.
“Okay.”
***
It’s dark when we reach the trailer. I open the door for Jason, and he walks in first.
“Where should we put Smudge?” Jason asks.
We named the bear Smudge because of the grease stain. I set him on the kitchen table. “Here. He can join us for breakfast each morning.”
“Nice,” Jason adds.
We say nothing for a beat—it’s just the two of us admiring our weird bear.
Then, this invisible pull we have compels us to turn to each other, and our mouths connect. My fingers run through his hair, and his arms explore my back before gripping my ass. I moan, and he hums with satisfaction in response.
“I love the sounds you make, Gabe.”
“Only you bring them out of me,” I respond in a breathy voice.
Jason’s eyes narrow, and his head cocks to the side, clearly thinking about something. “Gabe…”
“Yeah?”
“Am I your first?” he asks.
I’m frozen—my voice stuck in my throat. But then my cheeks heat up, and I know I’m caught. My head nods, and my eyes fall.
“Look at me,” he says.
It’s hard, but I manage to do it. Jason’s face is etched with conviction. “Gabe. You mean so fucking much to me.”
He embraces me again, but his hands are different. The possessiveness is gone—the firm grips and tight holds. He’s softer. Gentler.
He takes my hand and leads me to our bedroom, then lifts my shirt over his head.
It lands on the floor, and Jason falls to his knees, methodically untying my shoes and removing them.
Jason undresses me like it’s a sacred act—his hands disrobing me with reverence until I stand before him completely naked.
“Lie down,” he instructs. “On your back.”
I do, and Jason undresses, never taking his eyes off me. He stands there once he’s done, his eyes looking over me with hunger. “You’re beautiful, Gabe.”
It takes my breath away. “You are,” I say.
“No…I’m hot in a chaotic way. You’re beautiful. Your skin is like marble, and your hair reminds me of the ocean at night. You’re stunning.”
His words land heavily in my chest. My eyes burn with emotion, and my heart pounds. “Nobody has ever said anything like that to me.”
“Because people are stupid,” Jason replies.
He crawls toward me and kisses my tear-stained cheeks. “I want you to feel good tonight, Gabe. I want you to feel good all of the time. You deserve it.”
His words…they break my heart. Because he doesn’t know the truth, I don’t deserve to feel good. “You don’t know that,” I tell him. “You don’t know if I deserve that.”
“You do. Believe it, Gabe. Please.”
He rests his body on top of mine and stares into my eyes. Our lips connect, the kisses sweeter now—less desperate but no less intense.
Jason kisses along my neck, then down my torso before dragging his tongue along my length in long, slow strokes.
I caress his face, and Jason’s eyes close as my hand touches him.
He sits up, taking my legs with both hands, and gently pushes them to my chest before licking my crease.
Our eyes stay connected as he does it—his face never losing that mix of reverence and conviction.
“Does it feel good?” he asks.
“So good,” I pant.
Jason smiles and begins pulsing my hole with his tongue. “That’s my favorite, Jason.”
My words compel him to pulse deeper inside me. His tongue is fully penetrating me, and I writhe in ecstasy. Soon, my sounds fill the trailer, and I’m afraid I might orgasm from this alone. “Jason…I need you.”
He smirks, then grabs the lube from the nightstand along with something else. “What is that?” I ask.
“It’s a prostate massager,” he responds.
“W-what?”
Jason laughs. “While you were buying air conditioners, I was buying vibrators. My mind’s always in the gutter, I guess.” He slicks it with lube, and I fold myself in half so that my asshole is exposed.
Jason presses it against me, then slowly pushes in. “Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod again, biting my lower lip as it pushes into me. It’s curved, pressing right against my spot, and it already feels amazing.
He reaches into the drawer once more to get a tiny remote, and he presses the button.
“Oh, my god,” I yell, as the vibrator starts moving, massaging my prostate.
Jason’s slicked hand grips my cock, and he strokes me.
My arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, kissing him and pressing my head against his shoulder while I pant.
When I look up at Jason again, he smiles at me. He’s still stroking my cock, and he presses the button on the remote, making the vibrations more intense.
I gasp, my hands gripping his strong forearms, trying to hold on.
Jason wraps his arms around my frame and squeezes. I stare at him, completely at his mercy while he makes me feel things I never knew I could.
The way Jason looks at me…this mix of tenderness and awe. I’ve never seen this expression on him. It’s intense and caring at once.
“I’m going to come, Jason.”
He nods, stroking me to completion, kissing me while I whimper into his mouth.
My orgasm lands on my chest, and he licks it off.
Every last drop.
“Your turn,” I say.
He shakes his head and replies, “Not tonight. Tonight’s about you.”
“Really?” I ask.
Jason nods. “All I wanted was to make you feel good. I’m satisfied.”
For some reason, I feel like this is bad. “Are you mad at me?” I ask.
“Not at all.”
My gut twists. “Did I freak you out when I said you were my first?”
Jason smiles, shaking his head no. “Gabe, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more chosen in my life.”
The tension in my shoulders loosens, and my heart skips a beat.
Our lips slant together again, then Jason says. “I just wanted to make you feel good, and now I want to hold you all night. Is that okay?”
“I can’t think of anything I’d want to do more than that,” I reply.
Jason turns off the bedside lamp and spoons me.
“Jason?” I ask.
“Hmm?”
My heart is beating a mile a minute. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course,” he says sleepily.
I want to ask what we are—if we’re still friends who fuck or something…more.
But I chicken out. “Is it too cool in here for you?” is what comes out of my mouth.
He nuzzles into my neck. “Nah, it’s perfect.”
“Okay, good.”
Jason, who usually thrashes around in his sleep, lies perfectly still for the rest of the night while he holds me.